Love at First Cut; A Will Halstead Fanfic

Win Loss

Yn's POV

"Tired" Maggie asked me. "Yes. I even got a full night of sleep last night, but I still feel a bit fatigued" I say. "Well, I'm sorry to have to say this, but you and Halstead have a patient" Maggie said and handed Will a chart. "Seriously" I ask. "Seriously" Maggie said. "Hey. The sooner we get this done, the sooner you can take a nap" Will said. "All right. Lets go" I say and head into the patient's room.

"Come on, you must have a day off, right? Go then! It's summertime, the animals are really playful. Elephants are my favorite. They're so soulful" Mr. McGregor said to April. "Okay, you sold me. This Saturday, I'm at the Lincoln Park Zoo" April said. "April" I ask. "BP 126 over 82. Heart rate 74. Sats 100%" she said. "Hi, Mr. McGregor, I'm Dr. Halstead. This is Dr. Ln. I understand you fell and hurt both wrists" Will said. "Yeah, just a moment of clumsiness, you know. They feel better already now. I put my hands out just trying to catch my fall, you know? 15 years on the street. I guess I'm not as fast as I used to be" Mr. McGregor said. 

"AP and lateral X-rays of both wrists. Have you fallen before, Mr. McGregor" I ask. "A few times. So much action in the city nowadays. You stop paying attention for a second and bam! Face plant. You're a big guy, Dr. Halstead. Football" Mr. McGregor asked. "Baseball. Just a fan now, though" Will said. "Cubs or Sox" Mr. McGregor asked. "Southside pride. Sox all the way" Will said. "What about you, Dr. Ln" Mr. McGregor asked. "I've got to agree with Dr. Halstead. I'm a Sox fan for life" I say. "Ah, I'm a Cubs guy" Mr. McGregor said. "I won't hold it against you" Will said.

"I love Wrigley. The way the ivy creeps along the outfield wall, the perfect stripes mowed right into the infield grass. Breathtaking" Mr. McGregor said. "Do you stay near the ball park" I ask. "During the season. Sure, why not? You know, it's fun seeing the players. In person, they're larger than life. Moises Alou. Sammy Sosa" Mr. McGregor said. "Mr. McGregor, after your X-rays, I want to run an EKG to determine if a cardiac event caused your fall. Sound good" Will asked. "Sure, yeah" Mr. McGregor said. "All right, we'll see you soon" I say and leave the room with April and Will.

"You know, they haven't had elephants at the Lincoln Park Zoo for ages. Do you think he really met those baseball players" April asked. "Not recently. Alou and Sosa's last season with the Cubs was in '04. So, I guess, maybe Mr. McGregor could have seen them outside the park" Will said. "Or maybe not" I say. "Unfortunately, homelessness and mental illness often go hand in hand. I'll page Dr. Charles for a consult" Will said. "Does that mean I can take a nap now" I ask. "Sure. I'll come get you when we've got some results" Will said. "Great. Thanks you" I say and kiss Will quickly.

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"Yn, babe, you've got to wake up" Will said and shook me gently. "No. Let me sleep" I mutter. "We got some labs back on Mr. McGregor. His EKG and troponin results are normal. Cardiac event didn't cause his fall. Now we're getting a CT" Will said. "You had to wake me up to tell me that" I ask. "Yep. Your fatigue is from the pregnancy, so you're going to have to get used to it" Will said. "You know, you could've just kept it in your pants" I say. Will laughed and pressed his lips to mine. "This isn't all my fault, you know. You're half as guilty as I am" Will said.

About an hour later, Mr. McGregor's CT came back. "Mr. McGregor has a pituitary tumor. A big one. It appears to be pressing on the optic chiasm. Which, if his vision is impaired, could explain why he fell" Will said. "How long do you think it's been there" Dr. Charles asked. "Based on the size, a decade. Maybe even longer" I say. "Meigs Field was torn down in '03. In '04, Sammy Sosa and Moises Alou were still fixtures at Wrigley. The restaurant where the quinceañera took place was still open for business. All the while, Mr. McGregor's tumor is likely growing, putting pressure on his optic chiasm" Dr. Charles said.

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"Ready to go home" Will asked me. "Definitely. Our bed is calling my name. I need sleep" I say. "You're still tired" Will asked. "Yes. I mean, not as tired as I was earlier, but I still feel the need to sleep. You're welcome to join me" I say. "I think I might take you up on that offer. I'm pretty tired myself" Will said. "Well then, lets not waste more time."